Ode to a mouse – a poem with very little pentametric prose by Kat
There is a mouse. In our house.
A mouse, I tell you – a mouse!
Come, come drive with us, mouse
Stowaway in our little house
On wheels. And see what you can see
In Kentucky and Tennessee
Feast on our saffron rice
(apparently a favourite of mice)
And apple, tomato and avocado
You have good tastes, as I’m sure you know
But why, oh why are you so reticent
And leave only little presents and your scent?
Dear mouse, you make the camper smell
Anyone around can tell
That we have an unwanted visitor
Your odor is your unique signature
In the mornings when we arise
We wonder what surprise
Will be waiting for us in the fruit bowl
Will all our fruit still be whole?
Patiently we set the bait
And sat to watch and wait
Phee-eew – what rotten food have we left behind
There must be something we can’t find
Clean the fridge, empty the garbage
Did we leave a rotten cabbage?
My friend it seems you were unlucky
Your journey ended in Kentucky
You no longer live with us in our house
Because now you are an ex-mouse.